Work has been insane. There’s just way too much to do and not enough clones of me to do it. I didn’t even get to eat lunch today, although I’ve pretty much been living off of adrenaline the past few days.
On my laundry list of things to do: edit GHRE’s promo video as soon as possible (or over Thanksgiving), drive to Phila, move to Germany, start a company, make another TP film and submit it to SXSW and The Hamptons Film Fest, meet some family members who shall remain unnamed, go back to southern Thailand, visit PW in Peru, learn ICT4D, learn German/Spanish/Burmese/Italian, sign up for a membership at Upham’s Corner Boxing, start training to beat last year’s awesome-but-not-awesome-enough time of 28:18 in the South Boston St. Patrick’s Day 5K Race, write an op-ed on the Burmese refugee situation in Thailand for the Boston Globe with DD, complete with photos, buy my aunt some flowers, start leaving work at a respectable hour, eat a chicken salad shortie at Wawa’s as soon as I get there, get into MIT/NYU/Bremen, get a copy of Peter Hoeg’s latest novel, and save up enough dough to travel internationally for at least 5 years straight….but not necessarily in that order.
It’s raining tonight. The apartment is cluttered and utterly silent. Our oven is still broken and our kitchen ceiling still has a gaping hole in it, but I like living here regardless.
